Bitter Blumen / Flowers Brunnen / Fountain Entsteht / Arises Etwas / Something Mitte / Midst Sehr / Very Welche / Which Witz / Wit
Water from the white fountain didn't taste any better than from the black fountain.
I always want to write something better than the last book.
The whistle is always waiting to be blown, and in some ways, it gets me to do better work.
The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
Don't send me flowers when I'm dead. If you like me, send them while I'm alive.
Is there anything better than to be longing for something, when you know it is within reach?
Writing is the most frustrating, but it's something that I've always done.
In soloing - as in other activities - it is far easier to start something than it is to finish it.
